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35. I haven’t slept in ages.
It wasn’t the longest tour John had ever been on. But it was the first tour after the two of you moved in together. You didn’t realize until after he had left, just how much you had gotten used to sleeping next to him. So much so that you found yourself sleepless on a growing number of nights.
By the time John arrived home, you were surviving solely because of your job and a never-ending stream of coffee.
You were in the bedroom folding laundry when you heard the front door swing open. The towels were dropped onto the bed, abandoned, as you almost sprinted to the front of the house.
John was setting his bags down when you launched yourself into his arms.
You almost knocked him over, but he found his balance as you giggled into his shoulder. John wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly, inhaling the smell of your hair. He’d missed it dearly.
Finally, you pulled back, feeling suddenly exhausted but happy.
“Hi,” you breathed, brushing hair out of your face. John helped you, pushing hair away from your eyes. The look on his face was indescribable.
“I’m good,” you said, burying your face in his shoulder. “Just tired.”
“Me too. I haven’t slept in ages,” John replied, rubbing your back gently. You nodded into his neck, wanting to fall asleep right there.
“Same here,” you mumbled. “I don’t know why, I just… couldn’t get a proper sleep without you next to me.”
John smiled into your hair and kissed the side of your head.
“Come on, love. Let’s find something to eat, and just call it a night.”
“That sounds good to me,” you agreed, and led John into the kitchen to eat. But he tugged on your sleeve.
“Love, you look exhausted. Let’s just order take-out,” John suggested. You nodded, trying to blink the sleep away.
You sat on the couch as John ordered the Chinese food. It was only when he sat down that you realized he never asked you what you wanted. But he didn’t have to; he already knew your order.
You and John sat quietly, just enjoying each others’ presence. When the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of your food, John looked down at you. You were fast asleep, head leaned against his shoulder. John smiled to himself, then slowly got up to prevent waking you.
You woke up without him next to you, however, and you were stretching and yawning by the time he returned with the food. John grinned at you before unwrapping your dinner and handing it to you. You took it gratefully, and settled into his side when he sat back down.
The two of you ate with the TV on low volume, chatting intermittently in order to catch up. John cleared the coffee table for you, and turned off the TV. It was barely dark outside, but he was ready to sleep, and he knew you were, too.
“I’m so tired,” you muttered, yawning again. John chuckled, and took your hand.
“Come on, love. Let’s go to bed.”
You were asleep ten minutes later, curled into John’s side as his arm rested across your shoulders. It was the soundest you’d slept in a long time, and John was just as peaceful, snoring lightly next to you.